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natsfirecat · 3 years

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Bring You Back

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know

genre: angst w happy ending

word count: 10k

warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!

also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count

”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.

You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.

Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you.

You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end.

“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.

Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.

“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.

You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm.

She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle.

In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.

It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.

“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”

You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.

“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”

She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.

“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”

“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”

“I’m so proud of you.”

Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter.

The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.

“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”

You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach.

“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.

You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.

You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head.

“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”

You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.

After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.

You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed.

Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.

She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.

Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.

“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”

Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.

“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now.

“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit.

“He just doesn’t,”

“And how would you know that?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”

You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.

“Natty, what’s going on?”

She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.

“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.

“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”

“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”

Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.

You were wide awake now.

“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”

You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.

Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.

You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.

“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.

“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.

“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily.

“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”

“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”

You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.

“When?”

“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.

“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”

You couldn’t even look at her.

Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together.

At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it.

You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.

Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire.

“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it.

Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.

Bad idea.

Now the entire bed was on fire.

“Oh, fuck it!”

Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear.

If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.

It did not.

The fire alarm was now going off.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.

You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.

Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions.

When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone.

You let out a shaky sigh.

You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.

You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you.

You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.

You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting.

You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.

You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running.

“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.

“Get away from me,” you choked out.

You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.

You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand.

Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.

“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”

“I wish I believed that.”

You brushed past her, leaving her stunned.

You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe.

But for now, you exited the building without another word.

You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.

Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.

You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”

The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head.

Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.

And that part won.

6 months later

”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone.

Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence.

“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.

“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.

“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”

She said nothing, but nodded at him.

She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.

Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.

The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity.

Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first.

Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving.

Tony and Carol followed close behind.

Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed.

Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.

She was thinking about you.

She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.

Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.

But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her.

Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away.

With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise.

They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers.

“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece.

Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.

If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her.

She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.

Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.

“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”

Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.

She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.

“Y/N…”

“Let go of me!”

“No! I don’t belong here!”

“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”

“Get away from me!”

Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.

Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her.

She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone.

You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.

In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them.

You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won.

“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.

“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.

“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”

You scoffed,

“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”

He sighed,

“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”

“Then just fucking kill me!”

He sighed again.

“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”

He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.

You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.

“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.

Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.

“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”

“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”

“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”

“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”

“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”

She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.

“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”

He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob.

Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.

“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.

Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.

When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.

Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.

Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell.

He looked like he was about to throw up.

“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”

“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”

“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”

“Sure they are,”

“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”

“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”

“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”

“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”

“Alright then, what’s your identity?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”

He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.

No one came by for the rest of the day.

Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.

“Here you go, Miss.”

He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.

But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.

You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.

He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.

He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.

For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.

But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in.

You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.

“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall.

Neither of them made clear eye contact.

“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda.

“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.

“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”

“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up.

“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”

She took a deep breath in,

“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”

You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.

“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”

“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”

“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”

You between both of them,

“Tell me why you’re really here,”

The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing.

If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.

“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”

You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.

“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.

They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.

“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”

“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”

You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.

This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here.

They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.

They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.

They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet.

They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him.

They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.

One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.

Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.

“Y/N…” he said.

Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.

“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.

“Y/N?” He was confused now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”

You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.

He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.

It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.

“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”

He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself.

He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.

“Tell me about the little boxes,”

This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.

The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.

“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”

He sighed, looking away from you.

The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy.

Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will.

He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that.

So he walked out without another word.

Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.

“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”

Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.

They only had one option left now; Natasha.

“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her.

It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.

She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t.

But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you.

He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.

She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.

She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.

You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.

“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.

She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.

“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”

“Remember anything else?”

“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”

“We weren’t friends,”

“Oh?”

“I loved you. Part of me always will,”

“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”

“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”

“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”

“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”

“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”

Her breath hitched.

“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”

That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?

So she changed the subject.

“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”

“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”

“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”

“And now?”

“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”

“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”

“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again.

It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back.

But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.

“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”

Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually.

“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”

The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers.

Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character.

A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her.

“What’s this for?” You asked her.

“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”

“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”

“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”

You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you.

You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.

“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.

She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands.

You were coming back.

Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.

“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”

Natasha let out a chuckle,

“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”

“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”

She laughed again,

“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”

“What?”

She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.

She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.

“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”

You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on.

Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her.

She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did.

“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone.

You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her.

She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof.

She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.

“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.

“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”

She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich.

Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile.

She reached across, and placed her hand on yours.

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.

“It’s okay,”

You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile.

Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home.

And you loved hated it.

“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”

She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”

You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.

So you muttered something in Kryptonian.

“What was that?”

She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.

“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.

“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”

“What are you talking about?”

“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”

“All languages are made up,”

“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”

She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you.

“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time.

She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves.

“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”

Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,

“Not now,”

“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”

She took a deep breath in, then stood up.

“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”

“No! Just tell me what happened!”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t.”

That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her.

You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.

“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,

“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”

“Winter what now?”

You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.

“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”

“I haven’t talked to you yet,”

“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”

“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”

You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA.

“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”

He took a deep breath in,

“I came to apologize.”

“Apologize? What for?”

“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”

“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”

“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”

“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m so sorry.”

He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form.

“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees.

Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.

“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”

Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.

She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.

“I’m here,” she said gently.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.

Her heart dropped.

“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”

“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”

You scooted away from her.

“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”

She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.

“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”

You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder.

Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.

“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”

She nodded, wiping her own tears away.

“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”

You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.

“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”

You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her.

Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it.

She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.

As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.

Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking.

Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team.

But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.

She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.

You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her.

You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back.

“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”

She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you.

“Don’t worry about it,”

“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?”

Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder.

“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”

You scoffed,

“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”

“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”

“What happened while I was gone?”

“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”

“What happened then?”

“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”

You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”

“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”

A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again.

Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight.

Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.

You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.

So you stood by the glass, waiting.

When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.

“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.

She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying.

You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in.

She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed.

“I just need some answers,”

“Okay,”

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.

“Why did you do it?”

“I wish I knew.”

“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”

“Then tell me how it happened,”

“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”

“I’m sure. Just tell me,”

“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”

“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”

She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.

“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”

“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”

“I couldn’t face what I had done-”

You interrupted her again,

“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”

She shook her head no,

“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”

“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”

She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.

“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.

She shrugged,

“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”

You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.

Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place.

You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes.

“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”

She turned her head in confusion.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”

“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”

“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.

A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.

You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.

The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.

He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.

The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it.

He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up.

Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen.

Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target.

So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it.

He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.

“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”

“So what does that mean,”

“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.

“You didn’t cheat.”

Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.

Everything was coming back to you now.

“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!”

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”

“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”

“You should watch Supergirl with me,”

“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”

“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”

“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”

“My beautiful sunset,”

“You’re my home,”

“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”

She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.

To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.

You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.

“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”

If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore.

But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time.

She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin.

She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room.

Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss.

She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere.

“I love you,” you told her again.

“And I love you,”

And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.

Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.

You both shot straight up at a knock to her door.

“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”

“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”

She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours.

You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha.

The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault.

And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.

Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger.

You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you.

The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent.

Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.

“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”

You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.

Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

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Five More Minutes.

Synopsis: Y/n can’t come to terms with the fact she’s lost more than just her boyfriend.

Not my gif all credit to the owner!!

Warnings: !!!!!!!!!!AOT SEASON 4 SPOILERS!! PLEASE DNI IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED!!!!!!!! Guns and cursing too!

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Shifter!Reader; Platonic!Sasha x Shifter!Reader

Word count: 2,514

Author: @backstagepaige please do NOT repost my work anywhere without elicit permission from myself. This took me a bit to write and I’d appreciate it if credit was given where its due

Authors Note: So I’ve had this written since a few days after my potato girls death and I needed a way to cope with it - @sleepysnk was able to convince me to post it cause Sum is a beautiful soul and gave me all kinds of affirmations to hype me up so here you guys go! Go check out her work while you’re at it because it is so top tier, I promise you won’t be disappointed.

I panted as I leaned against the wall, we were all in the blimp. My mind was silent and the sounds of everyone talking were muffled as I kept my eyes closed trying to rid the images of all those innocent people dying- all of those Children. I gulped as I shook my head, the screams I heard ringing in my ears on a constant loop- had it stopped or were those screams on the ground I was hearing? Were they from all these years finally piling together instead of echoing in the back of my mind?

“Y/n? Did you hear that?" Sasha called and I let my eyes creak open and looked to the door not seeing anything as Jean began talking, I pushed myself up, making sure to pull my gun out just incase and walked to peak over the ledge when a Gabi rolled over and quickly cocked a gun - eye squinted as she looked down the barrel. I raised my gun at her just as she pulled the trigger, a swift sharp pain flashing through me as the gun fell from my hand. I choked and stubbled back a bit but kept my footing another blur of a figure rolled over the edge and tackled Gabi to the side, screams erupted around me as my comrades ran forward and quickly kicked and punched the kids. I let my gaze fall to my chest and watched the way blood poured out of the little flower of skin that was puffed open and blooming as if it were spring. Chocking back a laugh, I let my head fall back to look at the ceiling; If only it were that easy kiddo I thought thinking of every time I had been injured and how every time I healed. It was a blessing and a curse, being able to live on normally despite being lethally injured yet having no power to save the ones you care for that were falling around you. The thought reminded me of a conversation Eren and I had back all those years ago, the want- no- the need to save every one no matter the cost, that hadn’t aged well in retrospect.

“I-I’m okay, guys seriously. I’ll be ok-”My eyes widened as I turned around my hands beginning to shake at the sight of Sasha on the floor, eyes vacant as she looked off somewhere. When did that happen? I thought as I reached a hand to my back slowly I poked and prodded till I felt my finger pass through where my skin should have been on my back, the pain flickering like sparks lighting a fire but it was nothing compared to the burning in my eyes. “Sasha?" I whispered, ignoring the fatigue attacking my eyes as steam bellowed from my wounds. Connie and Jean were yelling something but it fell on deaf ears as I took hesitant steps towards her When had the screaming stopped? I looked down at her as Jean looked up at me waiting for me to say something, his mouth was opening and the vein on his neck looked like it was ready to burst; I was so close to him yet I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying- It was like he was miles away from me with a hand over his mouth as he shouted. I ignored the pang in my knees as I fell to the floor and gently grabbed Sasha’s cheeks to turn her head so she could look up at us. My knees were getting warmer by the second and I glanced down to see the pool of blood I was resting in - Is that mine? Or is it Sasha’s? “Sasha this isn’t funny... Get up...Get up now!" I whispered not trusting my own voice to fall on her ears the same way Jean and Connie’s were falling on mine.

“You’re so...Damn loud...”She wheezed eyes still vacant as I quickly moved my hands to push against the hole in her chest, hating the way my fingers slicked with warm blood. “Meat...Is the food...Not here yet?” She asked and I growled angrily putting more pressure on her wound.

“You’re worried about the food? Jean, Connie! Get her up now, We gotta plug this up and stop the bleeding!” I screamed at them as tears flooded down their cheeks, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up!” I whirled on the kids being held by other cadets as they took her away. I shoved through and grabbed Gabi by her throat and lifted her, chokes sputtering as I clamped my hand tightly around her feeling the sick love of feeling each breath she took and each beat of her heart against my fingers.

“Lieutenant!” I heard vaguely from behind me but squeezed tighter, Gabi’s hands reaching up to scratch at my own and leaving little rivets that beaded with blood.

“If she dies, I swear I’ll enjoy every second of chewing on your bones!” I growled in her face watching as she noticed the scars on my cheeks and forehead and as if she finally put it together, her eyes widened and her thrashes seemed to become more violent as she tried to spit out a response.

“Sh-Shifter?” She gargled, blood pooling out of her mouth and mixing with Sasha’s. I pulled her forward and smashed her back, enjoying the soft crunch of her skull against the ship before throwing her to the floor and turning to everyone. “Bring the little bitch to lock up. Him too, He saved her.” I growled spinning on my heel and walking down the hall. They were all with Eren, They needed to know what happened. She couldn’t die on me, she wouldn’t do that to Connie, Jean and I. What a selfish thing to do, to leave us in such a way. I pushed the door open and growled at the sight of the long haired male seated and dressed as one of them, the man that had killed the love of my life, the man that had inadvertently killed my best friend. I noted the way Jean went rigid sand knew he had already told everyone, the way their faces had fallen and looked just as they had when any other one of our comrades had passed - but Sasha hadn’t passed and she wouldn’t. Rage boiled in my belly as Eren kept his eyes trained on the floor, I swiftly avoided Jean and dodged his arm as he reached for me knowing what was running through my mind because I’m sure it ran through his. I swung my fist loving the fiery pain that erupted across my hand as it made contact with Eren's face, his hair that had grown out so much in these years whipping around as he did nothing to defend himself.

“This is your fault! All of this is your fault!” I shouted again as I grabbed his head and slammed it against my knee, the feeling of him not fighting back infuriating me. I wanted him to react, I needed him to show me something! Happiness, Anger, Sadness, fucking anything! Yet there he sat, wiping his nose as a small trickle of blood slid down his smooth skin, pieces of his long hair clinging to the flow. “Fucking fight back!” I cried feeling the tears finally fall down my cheeks.

“Y/n! What is going on- Is that blood? Were you shot too?” I froze with my fist in the air as Hanji asked the question, my breath hitching in my throat. Blinking harshly, I stumbled back and shook my head looking back down to my chest. As if a bucket of iced water was dumped on my head, I quickly spun around and ran out of the room. I ignored the other scouts as I ran and rounded the corners, halls blurring.

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“What was that all about?” Hanji asked looking between everyone in the room, flashes of a hole in Y/n’s chest flickering in their minds and the way Jean opened his mouth to reply, “The bullet went through y/n and ended up in Sasha.” Eren ignored the way his face throbbed and kept his eyes on the floor, avoiding the looks of everyone in the room. Levi opened his mouth to reply when a piercing scream ripped through the soft hum of the ship's engines. Everyone quickly went on alert and readied their weapons as more screams filled the air, yet when Connie pushed the door open with tears streaming down his cheeks everyone froze.

“Sasha...Is dead.”

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Mikasa and Armin were sobbing around me as I held Sasha close to me ignoring the way her blood bleed through the bandages and soaked my shirt, the hands wrapped around her tightly holding her head to me. My throat burned with screams and wails as tears finally rolled down my cheeks, I didn’t care how long I would be sitting here but I’d sit here as long as it took for her to wake up. She was going to wake up and I was going to give her all the meat she wanted no matter the cost.

“Y/n... It’s time.” Levi whispered as I held Sasha closer and shook my head, tears falling against her cheek, my grip was gonna leave bruises- she was gonna kill me when she woke up to that. Mikasa and Armin were no longer next to me, when had they left? Why would they leave when she was gonna wake up?

“I can’t, I don’t want her to be alone when she wakes up.” I choked, pushing her bangs behind her ear as I rocked her gently back and forth. A gasp escaped Levi and I kept my eyes on her face, I had shifted to her side to use my right arm to hold her back as my left hand was reached up to hold her cheek as I wiped my tears off and the blood spilling from her lips her face.

“She... She’s gone y/n, Her body is cold, she’s not in it anymore.” Levi said crouching down on the other side of me and I froze, No? Sasha was here, I was holding her. If she wasn’t here I couldn’t be holding her. I wasn’t going to listen to this when she was clearly okay, Sasha was okay.

“But... But If I keep holding her I can keep her warm?” My lip wobbled as I finally tore my eyes away from my best friend's face and looked up at Levi, his eyes bubbling with unshed tears something that I had not seen but a number of times. I licked the salt from my lips and looked back down at her, my chest felt like it was caving in with each word he spoke.

Another voice pulled me from my stupor as I glanced up through blurred vision to see Hanji gripping the door frame tightly, “It’s okay y/n, It’s time to let her go.” I gasped at their words and shook my head fiercely baring my teeth as I squeezed my eyes shut in anger. How could they not see it? I could keep her warm and she would be okay? She would be okay.

“Stop saying that! Sasha is perfectly fine! She’s gonna wake up! You’ll see! You’ll all see!” I screamed, squeezing her tighter to me and pushing my forehead against hers “She’s okay, She’ll be okay, She has to be... I can’t do this without her.” I whispered as more sobs wracked through my chest. She was gonna wake up and yell at me for letting a bullet go through me and into her and then I was going to give her any snacks she wanted and then we were going to laugh about this later down the road cracking jokes with Jena and Connie about how we ‘Dodged a bullet.’ I ignored Levi as he stood up and left with Hanji in tow muttering something about giving me space; now alone I started humming again and rocking her back and forth the same way I would when she started having nightmares after her first mission. “You gotta wake up for me okay? Me, Jean, and Connie need you- you know we need you so just wake up for us, alright?” I whispered, rocking her back and forth, my wound was healed but the toll it had taken on my body was enough to make me slump over and pass out at any second, I couldn’t let Sasha wake up to that and scare her.

“Stop it.” I froze at Jeans voice and glanced up to see him and Connie looking down at me, I gulped and shook my head glancing back down to her. “I said stop it.” Jean added a little more forcefully, walking to where I was and tried to pry my hands off of her. No no no if Jean and Connie believed it then it was true, they couldn’t believe that she was actually gone could they?

“I have to keep her warm Jean- Get off of me!” I screamed as he stomped to me and held my biceps tightly and shook me. “She’s gone! Sasha is gone!” I wiped my tears on my shoulder and jerked my shoulders free from his grasp trying my hardest not to jerk Sasha around too hard.

“She isn’t! She’s right here, she's just sleeping!” I barked, baring my teeth at Jean who straightened up and shook his head, a tear slid down his cheek as he covered his mouth and looked at me with wide eyes. Connie stepped forward coming to crouch down next to me, I got ready to snap at him when he reached over and gently wiped the blood coming out of her mouth away.

“Pea...Sasha would want you to rest, I’ll wake you up the moment she wakes up okay?” I looked at Connie and felt my eyelids droop at his words. He was right but I knew what he meant, I knew he was trying to ease me into the thought that Sasha wasn’t going to wake up. I sniffled, I had to let go. I had to let her go.

“She’s not gonna wake up is she?” I whispered feeling a new fresh wave of tears stab at my eyes, I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as my lungs stuttered for air. Jean came up behind me and sat down encasing me between his thighs as I scooted back to rest against him- Sasha still held tightly in my grasp as I kept my forehead pressed against hers, his chest shaking with sobs as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his face against my back. Connie laid his head on my shoulder and the silence was enough of an answer.

“Five more minutes? Please just five more minutes” I cried, pressing my cheek to Sasha's one last time as I heard Connie mutter a small ‘Five more minutes.’

#eren x reader #sasha x reader #aot spoilers #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no spoilers #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #attack on titan imagine #angst #aot angst #aot imagine

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 25.

Warnings: (In This Chapter) Cocaine Usage

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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This was the first time, in a long time that Jimin has worn his silver cross. The piece of jewelry hanging out of his plush lips as he nibbles at the silver chain.

"They're here." Namjoon alerts everyone quietly as he grabs his gun off of the rundown truck floor.

Most mafia movies, usually people roll up in super nice cars, guns hanging out the windows and a shootout begins, right? Only for dumb wanna be mafias do people do that. When you get down to the real nitty gritty of everything, the best approach is to rent out broken down vans that would probably sell cabbage or rice crackers on the side of the road. Making it safer for everyone to get out alive.

Jimin kisses his cross, fisting it and pointing his index finger to the ceiling of the van. He wants the grace of his parents. He needs to be wary, he has a family at home now. A wife and unborn child waiting for him. He closes his eyes, putting his cross inside of his black t-shirt before sighing gently.

"We remember what we're doing?" He asks quietly before looking at his men. The rest of the guys nod as Jeongguk puts his knife between his teeth tying his combat boots tighter.

"We have a shipment on our six." Jin announces pulling out his gun. Jimin perks up before sniffing and putting his fingers through his hair.

"Clean take. No left overs." He tells the guys.

"Clean take. No left overs." They repeat with a nod as Jeongguk kicks the back door of the beaten down van open.

Jeongguk jumps out of the van first, the knife in his hand flying out at a rapid speed. The knife lodging into the back of a man's neck as the rest of the guys jump out of the van. The sun was setting, the sky vibrante shades of red and orange as the action begins.

"Yah!" A man screams loudly jumping back into the shipment van. Three men were surrounding the shipment van and four people were with Kim Youngju, including that rascal Gyuhyung.

"Hello!" Jimin cheers happily before cocking his gun and shooting the man next to Kim Youngju. Kim Youngju backs up, his back slamming into the Escalade he arrived in.

"Oh! Kim Youngju! Nice to see you! How was your deep sleep?!" Jimin asks with a laugh shooting another man by his side.

"You fucking bastard!" Youngju screams loudly, his hand flitting to his waistband which Yoongi gives a click of his teeth disappointed.

"Kim Shin's son is scared." He teases before jumping up and grabbing a mans neck, twisting it harshly as the body falls to the ground with a thud.

Yoongi pulls out a cigarette. Striking the match against the bottom of his boot before lighting his cigarette.

"Oh!" Jeongguk cheers grabbing the handle of his knife from the fallen man's neck and throwing it at Youngju. Jeongguk's precision is immaculate as the knife cuts through Youngju's arm pinning him to the car door.

"You fuck!" Youngju screams grabbing at his arm with a shaky hand. Taehyung is quick to disperse of his knives. Butterfly knifes leaving his hands at a rapid pace, his black bangs falling into his eyes as he flicks his wrists quickly. Noises of pain and anger leaving hurt throats.

"Jung Gyuhyung!" Jimin jeers to the man beside Youngju.

"Park!" Gyuhyung calls warningly as he holds his hands up trying to back off. As Jimin smiles brightly, the man who jumped into the shipment van leans out firing off a bullet.

"HYUNG!" Jeongguk screams loudly as the bullet penetrates Jimin's side. A slow groan leaves Jimin's lips as his eyebrows furrow. Spit leaving his lips hanging on to his chin as he falls to the ground on his knees.

"Go!" Jeongguk screams, jumping at Youngju and grabbing his knife out of his arm only to twist his arms behind his back in an awkward position.

"Hey! Hey!" Namjoon yells to Jimin kneeling down in front of him.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses, closing his eyes and lulling his head back. Seokjin is quick to pull the shooter out of the window of the van. His elbow smacking into his wrist, making the man drop the gun before dragging him to the floor.

"Y/N is going to kill us!" Hoseok yells grabbing Gyuhyung by the neck and flipping him onto his back. Jeongguk ties up Youngju's wrists before putting a bag over his head.

"Get hyung in the truck!" He yells, knocking Youngju out with the butt of his knife.

Youngju's head falling limp on his shoulders as Jeongguk slings his slim body over his shoulder. Namjoon puts his head under Jimin's arm before hauling his boss to his feet. Hoseok is quick at tying the bag around Gyuhyung's neck. His wrists trapped in mesh wire as Hoseok drags him towards the van easily. His back getting cut open and scraping against the pebbled road. Seokjin is fast, faster than the man he holds. His gun shooting up through the bottom of his chin and up through his scalp.

"Drive the shipment to the warehouse!" Jeongguk tells the oldest member who throws the dead body in the back of the shipment truck.

"Got it!" Jin calls back fishing through the man's pockets before finding the key.

"Y/N is going to kill me." Jimin mumbles before cringing at the pain as he walks with Namjoon.

"I need to go back and get that bullet out!" Jeongguk calls to Jimin before throwing Youngju in the van, his unconscious head slamming into the metal flooring with a loud thud.

"We got 'em though!" Hoseok cheers happily before lifting Gyuhyng's body into the van.

"We got 'em." Jimin mutters before climbing into the passenger seat of the van.

You were pacing in your bedroom, your hand resting on your stomach as you look into the open hallway. Both of the French doors opened for your viewing accessibility. The front door opens and you hold your breath.

"NOONA OPEN THE MEDICAL ROOM!" Jeongguk screams loudly and you curse before rushing over to the medical room. Your fingers diligently press the buttons before propping open the door with a metal chair.

"Easy! Take it easy!" Jeongguk yells loudly, the sound getting closer as feet pad up the stairs in succession.

"Is it Jimin?!" You ask loudly to which you get no answer. Your feet flying over the doorstep before hanging your body over the third floor banister. It was Jimin, his body hanging limply in Jeongguk and Namjoon's arms. You gasp loudly as Jimin's black shirt clings to his body soaked with blood.

"Oh my God!" You cry out putting your hands over your mouth.

"I'm okay, baby. I'm okay." Jimin calls weakly scrunching his face up in pain as the reach the third floor. You follow behind them, your feet feeling sluggish as you whimper.

"Kitten, I'm okay." Jimin mumbles holding out his hand as Jeongguk and Namjoon enter the medical room. You shove Namjoon out of the way as he sets Jimin down and Jimin smirks up at you. His face was pale and you grab at his collar before ripping the shirt open.

"So strong." Jimin teases gently as you sob. The bullet wound leaking rapidly as Jeongguk sits in the rolling chair, getting right to work. His tongue sticking out as he concentrates. Jimin holds his hand out before letting out a shaky breath. You grab his hand putting it to your lips as tears spill over your cheeks.

"Don't cry, Kitten. I'm fine." Jimin rubs his thumb over the back of your hand as Namjoon places the chair propping the door open behind you so you could sit down.

"It's not good for the baby if you worry." Jimin whispers before gritting his teeth and throwing back his head. Jeongguk's fingers pushing and prodding at the wound before handing Jimin a bottle of whisky. You spin the top off letting it clatter to the ground as Jimon brings his shaking hand to his lips. He swallows the alcoholic contents before sighing loudly.

"Go on." He tells Jeongguk who grabs a large set of tweezers. You wipe at your cheeks before laying your face on Jimin's sweating arm.

"I'm fine, Kitten. Don't worry." His statement is contradictory to all of the blood seeping out of the wound.

"One...Two...Three." Jeongguk yanks the bullet from Jimin's side. A loud groan leaving his lips as Namjoon presses gauze to the wound.

"Fuck!" You squeeze your eyes shut as Jimin moves his hand.

"Put my hand on the baby." He mumbles tilting his head to look at you. You stand up pressing his hand to your belly and he nods.

"Good girl." He whispers before rubbing at your stomach. Namjoon keeps the pressure on as Jeongguk threads the needle to close up his wound.

"See? I'm just fine." Jimin whispers rubbing at your stomach. You press your stomach closer to his face and he lifts your shirt before giving your skin small kisses.

"Okay." Jeongguk tells Namjoon who pulls off the gauze. The bloody cotton getting discarded in the bin as Jeongguk pushes the needle through Jimin's golden skin.

"FUCK!" Jimin screams loudly before pressing his forehead against your stomach. Your hands carding through his hair nervously as Jeongguk begins to sew. Jimin can feel how your fingers tremble with anxiousness and he closes his eyes.

"I'm sorry Kitten. I'm sorry for worrying you." You sigh gently before bending down and kissing his forehead.

"We got them though." Jeongguk mumbles before continuing his duty of stitching up his boss.

"We did." Jimin smirks before grabbing the bottle of whisky and taking another swig.

You sit butt on the soles of your feet as you tend to Jimin. You clean at his body with a warm wet cloth as he stares at you.

"I should get shot more often. Look at how diligently my Kitten takes care of me." You click your teeth narrowing your eyes at him.

"That's not fucking funny." Jimin chuckles gently before grabbing at your hand.

"Give me a kiss, babe." You put down the towel before kissing Jimin, his full lips feeling like heaven against yours as you caress his smooth cheek with your thumb. Jimin shifts up before groaning and flopping back on to the bed. You smack his shoulder before narrowing at him.

"Behave." Jimin licks his lips before looking at the canopy above him.

"That's not in my nature, Kitten." A knock comes at the door and you sit up tilting your head.

"We're moving Four's body. Don't come out." Jeongguk tells you peeking his head in the room. You go rigid before nodding, you had forgotten about her.

"Did she...Did she go out nicely?" You ask, making Jimin close his eyes.

"As nicely as she could have, noona." That means no. You frown before looking at Jimin who in turn puts his hand on your stomach.

"Easy, Kitten." You nod to him before laying down at his side. His hands rubbing at your stomach before shooing Jeongguk away with his hand. Jeongguk takes the hit, closing the door and Jimin's lips are pressed against your forehead.

"I know, baby. I know." You feel bad, she was just a gullible girl. Even though you had all this pent up rage and anger towards her before, after that talk in the room it had mellowed down to sadness. She was sad and she was dying for love in her difficult situation. You could understand that.

"Don't think about it too much, hmm?" You sigh pressing your face into his neck as he clicks his teeth.

"I know... I know."

The night air was frigid as Escalades rolled up to the abandoned warehouse. Wood nailed into the empty windows as the engines of the cars shut off. There was silence before the car doors open, a looming presence hanging in the air as leather boots hit the dirt below. A pinstripe suit, clinging to a muscled body. A cigarette hanging from thin lips, the smoke lazily rising in the night's chill.

There was movement and then there was silence once again. A sigh leaving the cigarette clad lips before gold ringed fingers fix the suit jacket being worn. Other car doors open, only to produce men of the same stature. Toothpicks hanging from some mouths, as they spit on the ground.

"Let's go." His voice was stern, his hands pushing back his perfectly styled hair as he cracks his neck loudly. His footsteps echoing throughout the open rice paddy field before stopping at the warehouse door.

The door opens slowly, the inside of the large warehouse lit with candles as a man steps out of the doorway. The cigarette clad man spreading his arms to get patted down as he cranes his head to see the large table in the middle of the warehouse, one seat taken and one open just for him. A gun gets pulled from behind his back and he nods as he is pushed forward into the warehouse.

"You'll wait here." The man tells the others before sliding the door closed. "Jung Kyuhyun!" The cigarette gets burnt out on the dirt floor as Kyuhyun nods to the seated man.

"Kim Shin." Shin's blue eye hazily looking in his direction as he scratches at his scarred chin.

"What do I owe this visit?" Shin's hand grabbing at his glass of brandy before leaning back in his chair.

"I've come to parlay." Shin nods thoughtfully before taking a sip of his brandy leisurely.

"Why is that?" Kyuhyun sits down before lighting another cigarette. His eye closing as smoke threatens to blind him.

"Because your son and my brother were taken by the Lion's tonight." Shin nods.

"I heard." His voice is sharp and annoyed but his body seems the opposite.

His limbs relaxed beyond all belief. Shin grabs at his suit jacket before producing a vial. The contents being emptied onto a mirrored surface before a razor blade begins to chop at the white mound on the table.

Kyuhyun watches as Shin grabs a bill, rolling it up tightly before pressing his index finger to his nose and sniffing up half of the contents on the table. His body shivers and he swallows thickly before passing the rolled up bill to Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun in turn snorts the cocaine before leaning back in his chair, his hand running through his hair before sniffing gently and folding his arms.

"Someone has to stop this fuck Park Jimin." Shin tilts his head before lighting a cigarette. His good eye narrowing at Kyuhyun as he points at him.

"Are you going to stop Park?"

"If I have to, I will. He can't just kill my brother and your son." Shin nods before drawing from his cigarette.

"No. That won't do." His leather clad feet dragging on the ground as he sits up.

"Your cousins are in good standing with Park and his little bitch wife."

"Junggoo and Jungin are plebians, they don't know a goddamn thing besides chickens."

"Hmm." Shin chuckles gently before sniffing and putting his hands on the table.

"Your parlay is to what? To join forces? Exude power and over throw Jimin? Save your brother, my Youngju?" Kyuhyun nods as Shin clicks his teeth.

There is silence, long drawn out silence as the two men stare each other down. Shin spits in his hand before holding it out, Kyuhyun does the same and they shake on it. As they shake Shin pulls Kyuhyun to the table roughly before grabbing his gun and shooting him in the face.

"I get revenge against that little fucking kid. Not you." Similar gunshots are heard before thudding. The sound of meat hitting the pavement as Shin grabs the rolled up bill from Kyuhyun's dead, twitching hand.

"Park Jimin doesn't know what is coming for him."

#mafia!jimin #mafia!bts #mafia!au #jimin x reader #jimin x you #the bird cage #bts boo #bts series #bts imagine #taehyung #jimmin #hoseok #yoongi #jeongguk #seokjin #namjoon

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darklymelanatedstories · 3 years

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Dysfunctional (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

Bulma~

I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, slowly sliding down the door till I hit the floor. Tears and blood streaming down my face.

I just hugged my knees and cried.

"BULMA!!"

"Bulma I'm sorry!"

His voice cracked as he cried out to me from the other side. I didn't want to see him. Not after what he's done to me.

"Bulma...please!"he pleaded. His fists hitting the door repeatedly. Each bang begging me to let him in.

"Go away!",I yelled in between my sobs. "I dont ever want to see you again, Vegeta!!"

How could he? After all I've done, all I've been through. I put up with him for all these years to end up here...like this. How could I be so stupid!? I know it was an accident by why wouldn't he listen to me?!

I screamed at the thoughts in my mind, the memories. Thats what I could do at the moment. It hurt my throat because of all the previous yelling and arguing but it felt...right.

I swore I'd never cry because of a man ever again, yet look at me now. My hair was a mess, my face dripping with my fluids, my blouse stained in blood while I'm sobbing in my old, destroyed lab.

"Bulma!?" His voiced snapped me out of my thoughts. His voice...I've always loved it.

"Woman!" There he goes again. Am I not worthy enough for the Great Vegeta to say my name anymore. Thinks he's so high and mighty, I wonder why he hasn't broken this door down already.

I just ignored him and crept back into my thoughts. Trying to escape all this. But all I could think of is everything that happened today.

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"Vegeta let go of him!",I yelled as I watched him pummel Yamcha. Every swing, every punch. He was barely clinging to life now. Everyone was gone. They all left when it started to rain. If only they had stayed. But I had to do something, I couldn't call anyone so I ran over and grabbed Vegetas arm, trying to pull him away from Yamcha.

He ignored me and kept punching him in the face.

"Vegeta!"I screamed in his ear. He turned to me, his eyes filled with pure rage.

"Woman, let go of me!"he shouted. "How could you allow this filth to put his lips on you!?"

I tried to answer but he cut me off. "You are my wife. MINE!! You are married to me. And I wont let my wife go around acting like a slut. Do you hear me!!"

A felt a pain in my chest. Did he just call me a slut? Me? Bulma Briefs?

"Hey, don't talk to her like that."Yamcha said in between pants. "You know she's not a slut so don't say she is. It was my fault I-"

Vegeta cut him off with a kicked in the ribs, which made Yamcha cough up more blood. I ran to his aid.

"Woman don't you dare!",Vegeta shouted. I ignored the annoying Saiyan and helped Yamcha up as I put his arm over my shoulder.

"Thanks Bulma.",Yamcha said. "But I'll be–look out!" I turned to see Vegetas hand coming toward Yamcha. Without thinking, I pushed him out of the way and took the hit.

It sent me flying until my face hit the wall. I stumbled on the ground. Blood dripping from my forehead. My muscles ached, screamed. To think this is only a tiny fraction of what Yamcha got.

"Bulma!!"they both shouted.

I got up balancing myself on the wall so I wouldn't fall.

"My Bulma!?,"Vegeta exclaimed in shock. "I'm so sorry."

I looked up at the moving figure heading towards me, my eyes kind of blurry from the hit in the face. As soon as my vision cleared and I saw Vegeta, I felt a rush of adrenaline and bolted.

Vegeta followed me, calling my name as he tried to reach me. The rain got heavier, the sharp drops hitting my sore body made we want to stop but the wet footsteps behind me motivated me to keep moving. I kept running, not because I was terrified but because I was sad and angry. I really didn't want to see him. I ran to my old lab and locked the door, putting together what just happened.

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Vegeta~

"Bulma!!",I cried. I shouldn't have hit her. I should've listened but dammit Yamcha! Why'd you have to put your hands on my wife in the first place. Worse, in front of me. He knew I was watching...that bastard.

I kept banging on the door, cautious not to break it because I knew Bulma was on the other side. I didn't want to hurt her, not again.

I can't believe it. The way she was running from me, I never thought Bulma would be afraid of me, of all people. She was fearless. She even hit a deity, twice.

I stopped and just sat down against the door, head up staring at dark sky as the rain hit my face. A single tear broke free from the barrier, sliding down my cheek. Blending with the rain.

"Grr, snap out of it.",I said to myself trying to hold in more tears that threatened to break free. "You're of Saiyan Royalty, Vegeta."

I got up and went to look for another way to get in. I found a window on the opposite side of the lab. I looked inside to find Bulma crying by the door. Seeing her cry was unbearable, especially if it was because of me. Her husband, her prince, the one who's supposed to protect her, be there for her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I shattered the glass and jumped through the window, some sharp pieces cutting me and ripping my clothes but I didn't care. I just wanted my Bulma.

She jumped, obviously shocked to see me. I slowly approached her, she didn't show fear, she didn't even try to run, she just stood there. Strong and fearless like the queen she is.

She was about to speak but i just placed my finger on her lips. Her pink lips were covered in blood but it didn't stop me from wanting to kiss them.

I took my gloves off and pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her. My hand feeling her soft blue hair while the other kept her close.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."I said while my voice cracked saying every word. "Please forgive me. I'll never hurt you again. I hate myself for what I did to you." A tear slid down my cheek and landed on her shoulder.

I felt her arms wrap around me and we stayed embraced with another for what felt like the first time in forever. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"Wow I never thought I'd see the Great Vegeta cry.",she teased. I just chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Well, you do make me do crazy things.

"Even crazier than your crazy Saiyan pride?"she asked as she laid her pretty head on my chest. I sighed. "Please, don't go there."

She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. "Why not? Afraid I'll hurt your pride?" My brows furrowed in anger. "The only one that hurt my greatest pride, was me.",I growled. "I hurt you Bulma. My greatest pride."

She let go and took a few steps back. I realised what I said and turned my face away from her shocked gaze. I felt my face heating up, I just clenched my fists hoping my face wouldn't show how flustered I was.

"Grr, why did I say that? So embarassing."

"Vegeta.",She caught me off guard when she wrapped her arms around me. I was kind of glad but I still wish I didn't say that. Tears streamed down her face. I placed my hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb.

"Bulma, please don't cry. Not again." She placed her hand on mine and smiled. "Not even tears of joy?"she asked. "Not even."I chuckled. "If another tear falls from your beautiful eyes, then I have failed as your husband, your protector, your prince."

"I like this new Vegeta."she said. "He's open and sensitive."

"Hey!"I exclaimed, slightly offended. "I'm not sensitive."

"No but your ego is."

"Woman–",I paused. "Bulma don't start."I mumbled, trying to be calm. Though Bulma was enjoying this. She laughed, her sweet laugh, heaven knows how much I loved to see her laugh.

"Bulma, I know I can be a bit much but thank you for never giving up on me.",I said. "Not like you'll found anyone like me though."

"Ha ha."she said in a sarcastic tone. "I love you Vegeta." Usually when she said it I'd mumble it back or say it in a lower tone. I've never really liked saying it but she should know I mean it when I say,

"I love you too, my Bulma."

She cupped my face with her hands and pressed her soft lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and gave into the kiss.

~ WARNING : some things

Her tongue licked my bottom lip begging for entry, which I obviously didn't refuse. She pulled me in closer, our tongues pressed together as her sweet tongue explored.

She was in full control. She pushed me against the wall as I took hold of her round, firm ass. A sweet moan left her mouth and I couldn't resist. I had to take over. I pinned her to the ground, her hands placed over her head held tight by one of mine.

"Hmp, so all this time you were just sexually frustrated."I teased.

"I could say the same about you."she said as she got one of her arms free from my grip and slowly slid her finger up my aroused, member.

I slid my free hand down her shirt, slowly enjoying the feel of soft skin. Like I was feeling her for the first. She shivered at the touch of my cold hand.

"Bulma!! Are you Ok in there!?"

Dammit! Its that idiot Yamcha.

Bulma put her finger on her lip signalling me to be quiet. Hopefully he'll go away.

"I know you're in there. I can feel your energy Vegeta!"he yelled.

"Shxt."I whispered. Bulma put her soft hand on my cheek and gave me a devilish grin that gave me chills. That rarely happened. I dont know if it was the blood that painted her face beautifully or that kiss she gave me earlier that almost made me fall to my knees but something about her today aroused me, something different. I loved it.

"You can go Yamcha, I'll handle Vegeta."she said. I leaned over and started kissing her neck. Then slowly my tongue caressed her skin. I could never get enough of her taste. Delicious.

"You sure Bulma?"he asked. Will he leave already? I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"Yeah, I'm sure."she said holding in the moans. But one escaped and it triggered me to sink my teeth in. After this, Yamcha will see who she belongs to.

I dug my teeth in deeper as I pressed my pelvis against hers making her moan even more. I couldn't help but smirk, she always knew how get me going.

I stopped and had a quick lick at the wound before looking at her in the eye with pure love, lust and greed coursing through me.

"That'll leave a mark. You're mine. My Queen. My Bulma. Don't ever forget that.",I whispered. She flip me over and swiftly landed on top of me. I hated and loved the control she had on me. Her mere touch almost made me quiver.

She came closer and whispered in my ear. The sexy voice made in heaven.

"And you're my Prince."

Yes.

"My Saiyan God."

Yes.

"My Vegeta."

The one and only.

"Never forget that that you belong to me."

Oh I won't my love.

I gasped as she grazed her fingertips against my manhood. For the first time ever, I have succumb to my Queen.

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#vegeta #bulma #vegebul #dysfunctional #it is what it is #weird #some smut whatever's

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ladyanput · 4 years

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A Drop Of Bourbon: The Class

Juleka's eyes snapped open and she sat up abruptly, looking around frantically. Relief swamped her when she saw Rose was curled up beside her, passed out. Glancing around the room, she took note that her class was scattered around the room, save for Lila, Alya, Nino, Adrien, Chloé, and Marinette.

"Where are we?" Mylène squeaked out as she clung to Ivan, visibly shaken. Many of the students stood and began looking around the room, trying to find a possible exit. But there wasn't anything, just white walls, white floor, and white ceiling. A void.

"I deduce that this is being caused by an akuma." Max adjusted his glasses as he stood, then glanced around, frowning as mild panic began to set in. "Has anyone seen Markov?"

"Do not worry, Markov is fine. And you'll all be fine, as long as you keep your mouths shut." Veritas appeared, seated in a chair that hadn't been there before. Rose let out a scream and hid behind Juleka. The rest of the class were on their feet in an instant, their bodies in defensive positions.

"You?! What the hell did you do to us?" Alix snarled, puffing out her chest as she strode over to the akuma. But her bravado lessened when Veritas stood and met her gaze. Those eyes… They were terrifying.

"I didn't do anything, at least, not yet. Unless you cause trouble, you all can leave and I can move on without worry." She spoke and moved one of her long hands sharply. All of the students found themselves sitting on chairs. "I am here to lead you blind, dumb sheep away from the wolf's jaws."

"Who are you calling sheep?" Kim snarled, his hands curled into fists, but he jolted back when the akuma appeared mere inches from his face, his vision full of white and two piercing spots of purple.

"You honestly annoy me, Kim. You're very cocky and overconfident, but I guess most of your classmates are. The egos are far too large, the spoiled nature almost chokes me every time I come across it. You even bully on occasion, but I guess that's to hide your fragile ego, your fear of rejection and humiliation." Veritas cupped Kim's face in her cold hands, a gentle smile on her face. "You're quite dim, but you have a charm to you. But that doesn't excuse you for abandoning Marinette."

"W- what?" Kim whispered, turning to watch her wander over to Max. Her claws grazed over his cheek ever so slightly.

"You know, Max… For the supposed genius of the class, you're quite stupid. You created Markov, yet you believe the lies that a napkin would possibly blind you. Or you keep falling for Lila's tales, despite being the smart one, you should be the one to see through the lies, instead of hurting Marinette."

"Lila isn't a liar! She's a works class traveller, someone with all of the tight connections. You're just jealous because you're some Canadian woman who lives such a sad life that she resorts to terrorizing lycée students." Sabrina hissed out, now clinging to Alix's arm.

"Oh shush, Sabrina, you have no room to make accusations. Honestly, I'm surprised you can actually form a cognitive thought without Lila or Chloé putting it in there." Veritas grabbed her by the chin and grinned, then turned to Alix and tugged at her one pigtail. "And you, Alix, you really need to learn to think first, so quick to rush in, such a reckless and hot headed girl. But I don't have much ire towards you, I find."

"Leave her alone." Veritas felt herself being grabbed by Ivan and shoved back. That only made her grin widen as she eyed him and his girlfriend who was cowering behind him.

"Oh Ivan… The mountain with a heart of gold, and his little Mylène, who is scared of her own shadow. I can't really fault you both, except for your disgraceful way in how you handle your friendships."

"Why are we here?!" Rose's voice rose to a shrill note, she just couldn't take being in this room without any exits, being trapped with this… thing. Juleka held her girlfriend closer, tensing when the akuma drew near and patted Rose's head.

"Sweet Rose, so kind and gentle, you remind me so much of a Disney princess. To the point where it sickens me, actually." The akuma tapped Rose's forehead gently with one of those sharp nails of hers. "Honestly, you seem to actively refuse to see the real world, believing in fairytales and make believe. I can see it wouldn't be too hard for Lila to get you tangled up in her web."

"And dearest Juleka.." The way the akuma said her name made Juleka's skin crawl, so did it when those long nails brushed her bangs from her face, making her feel so naked. "You're a really pretty girl, it absolutely breaks my heart that you don't see it. I know you're smart, but you just refuse to see the truth. But about yourself and about Lila. Poor Marinette didn't deserve all of what your class did to her."

"Are we here because of Marinette's over reactions to Lila's stories? Are you serious, she's just jealous because Lila has a better chance with Adrien." Kim scoffed, totally not sounding bitter in the least about Lila's attentions to another. He seemed to have a thing for bullies.

"You're here because of yourselves. Because you refuse to face your flaws. Such things will destroy you in the end." Veritas made them all sit again, then began making large tears in the air. Scenes began to play out; such as the first day Lila came back from her travels 'abroad', or when Marinette hadn't brought a cake for Lila's birthday and everything had shouted at her.

"Tell me what's wrong with these scenes and I'll let you go." Veritas took a seat, watching them all carefully with those unsettling eyes of hers.

The students were quiet for a long time, before Rose shakily raised her hand, tears brimming in those large, innocent eyes of hers.

"Was it that we didn't ask Marinette her opinion on switching seats?" She whispered, her free hand tightening its grip on Juleka's arm.

"Very good." Veritas' voice lowered to an approving purr before she leaned closer, her grin widening. "What else?"

"... We got mad at Marinette for no reason. She wasn't trying to be rude, she was put off by the change that was made without her input." Juleka muttered, wrapping her arm around her girlfriend to hold her closer.

"So you're not all as stupid as I thought." Veritas stepped closer, and Rose began weeping when she gazed into the akuma's eyes. "You all lost a friend, because you chose to believe in fairytales."

"You're all such fools."

Then Veritas struck out and tore open the air in many locations, the class suddenly being assaulted by the times they were rude to Marinette, the times they had purposefully left her out of group outings, the times they had dumped a dress commission or a needed cake on her very last minute. And it just got worse and worse, until they saw the girl curled up in her rooms, sobbing as they heard Alya screeching something through the girl's cell.

"You all had better drop onto your knees and beg for her forgiveness." Veritas roughly grabbed Kim's chin, leaving him trembling. "I mean, most of you have known Marinette for so long, surely she'll forgive you, even if you completely dismissed her when she didn't start to suit your needs."

They didn't say anything as the akuma began walking between them, her footsteps silent.

"Honestly, I am trying my hardest to see the good in all of you, I really am. But a class full of naive kids who enabled not one but two bullies to go after Marinette, that's just sad, it's pitiful, it's disgusting." With a wave of her hand, the tears closed and many of the students watched her with teary eyes. She merely smiled. "I shall enjoy watching you all grovel at Marinette's feet when we are done."

And with another wave if her hand, they found themselves sprawled all over their classroom, the sudden burst of colour making many of them flinch. They all exchanged glances when they realized… No one else was anywhere to be seen.

#A Drop Of Bourbon #class salt #miraculous salt

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Forty- Three

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groan.

Clint’s head snapped up from where he was trying to interest Baby Natasha in some cheerios and Banana, but she was more interested in chewing on her hands. “What’s wrong, baby,” he asked.

“This is gonna be the shittiest family reunion,” you answer, taking a deep breath. “Stay here with Nat,” you tell him gently, turning your head to kiss his jaw as he peers out the window over your shoulder.

Clint nods, watching the black car that rolled to a stop. With the top down, he could see the shape of your mother behind the wheel. He watches you go towards the porch, and through the screen, he can see you standing. Staff in hand on the steps.

Natasha, sensitive to the moods in the house, fusses, and Clint turns, smiling a little as he picks her up to comfort her. “It’s alright, Little Bit,” he soothes, rubbing her back. “Mommy and Grandma have a complicated relationship,” he explains, “But that’s what happens when you put your kid on a bus to the other side of the country and tell then their evil.”

Natasha looks at him with wide eyes, and Clint kisses her little blonde head, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, baby girl. Mommy and I aren’t gonna let anything like that happen to you. Mommy would tear heaven and Earth apart if it meant you were safe... I just hope she doesn’t kill Grandma to make it happen. It’s hard to get blood out of wood grain.”

The air outside was tense. Like the coming of a violent storm. Thick and oppressive. Clint can feel it, and he knows, from the trembling in Natasha’s lip, that she can too. Her chubby, rosy cheeks are a little pale, and he hugs her closer. Clint wishes he could go stand next to you, but. You’d talked about it often. About protecting Natasha from their hateful influence. And they can’t influence her if they don’t know she exists. No letters. No calls. No contact.

“Mom,” he hears you say, nodding slightly.

“Y/N,” she starts, “I-I-I you. You look good.”

“Thank you,” you say politely, “Now what do you want?”

“I-” she looks around anxiously, swallowing hard. “Can I come in?”

“No,” you say flatly, “My closest neighbor is 3 miles away. Unless you plan on screamin’, ain’t no one gonna hear you.”

She looks around again, clearly uncomfortable. Clearly feeling the energy whipping through the air, attracted to you and your staff. You’re a woman with presence, and Clint can, in some small way, sympathize. He had felt the ire that roiled through you. The subtle crackle of energy that came with the darkened eyes and set of your jaw. He didn’t need to see your face to know what you looked like now. Hair wild and twisting into dark loops and elf knots, looking down on her like some vengeful goddess. His vengeful goddess. And he counted his blessings that he was not on the receiving end of your anger, however reasonably controlled.

“Family business-”

“Not,” you say, warningly, “My family.” It was at that moment that Natasha broke into a wail, unable to contain the discomfort anymore, despite the security offered from Clint. Despite his arms clutching her close to his chest.

Your mother looked at you and then at the door, and you glance back over your shoulder, “Bring her here, Clint?” you ask softly.

Clint nods and walks across the Kitchen, shouldering the old screen door open to bring you your daughter. He wasn’t sure how, if it were magic or just the fact that you were her mom, but. Natasha would always quiet in your arms. When you hold an arm out to take her, she goes smoothly. Hiding her face in your shoulder for comfort. But not before your mother has time to get a look at her face. The blonde hair and blue eyes from Clint and your jawline and delicate nose and cheekbones. And Clint understands why you had him bring her. To save yourself the frustration of having your mom start accusing you of stealing a baby.

“My-” your mother starts, but you cut her off.

“No,” you say in the same warning tone, “She’s no grandchild of yours. After today, you will not see her again.”

The older woman blanches, and her head falls forward, “Please,” she said, “You have to help me.”

“I have to do no such thing. I tried. Almost three years ago to save the boys. But you and Stirling chose to play dirty.”

She cringed at the memory, “But-”

“Call me a murderer, and I’ll add matricide to my list of sins,” you say calmly.

“And I’ll personally buy the pig we feed you to,” Clint added helpfully, thankful that Natasha was too small to understand you.

“I need you to save them they-” The woman broke off and choked back a sob.

“They’re monsters,” you finish. “Made so by your own actions.”

The woman fell to her knees with a wail, and Clint wants to reach for your hand. He knows your heart. And he knows that this is painful. That you kept yourself apart from and new of Stirling’s church. And the boys. But he knows that you need this woman to see you as an immovable force. As stronger than you see yourself.

It was something you and Clint had discussed often before you got married. Your need to control this. To keep the toxicity from getting back into your life. And he understood. He wanted you to stay out of it. To let them tear themselves apart as they had watched from a distance while you struggled. Pretending you didn’t exist. You deserved better. Natasha deserved better. So watching you now, gazing dispassionately as your mother knelt in the dirt, he didn’t have to try to decipher the tension in your jaw. You were furious. And hurt. And the only reason you weren’t showing your teeth was the baby that was clinging to your shirt, seeking comfort.

“There is nothing wrong with them that I have the power to fix,” you tell her. “No spirit, no demon, no curse... They are only men. Ment that have been allowed to live in an echo chamber. Men who were never taught how to live. Men who, even if I could help then would want nothing to do with me.”

Your mother looks up at you and wipes tears away, “You evil bitch,” she spat.

“Always and forever,” you sigh, unmoved. You remember this from before her time as a God-fearing woman. The turn from pleading to posturing. Banking on a fear of her fists to get her way. And reflexively, your grip tightens on your staff. “And now,” you tell her, “It’s time for you to go.”

“Help them!” She screamed, “Help them or I swear to Christ I’ll see you burn!”

Your staff bangs on the wood of the deck making a sound like a gunshot. A bang that sends forth a shimmer of magic that washes over her. Her face contorted in a rage-filled growl. Until suddenly, she looked around dazed. “Where am I?” she asked, eyes unseeing.

“I’m not sure,” you answer, “But your car will take you home.”

She turns from you with a vague thank you and climbs into the driver’s seat before making her slow, winding way back up the drive. Clint cannot hear the words you speak, but the power behind them makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “I can’t help the boys. But I can get her out of there.”

“But you sent her home,” Clint said frowning.

“Home. Not back to Stirling,” you clarify.

You kiss your daughter’s head and return her gently to Clint, “I think,” you tell him, “That I’m going to go take a bath. Read for a while.”

He nods and shifts Natasha over, hefting her chubby little body more comfortably against his side, “And Little Bit and I will eat some lunch.”

“Yum,” you chuckle, Kissing his cheek, “Lima beans huh?”

“Absolutely not,” Clint said, “I Only had to have her spit them at me once.”

#clint barton #clint barton x reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky x reader #fluff #angst #domestic fluff #Dad!Clint

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theprodigypenguin · 5 years

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Can you do 204. “Is there any reason you’re wearing my shirt?.” With jegulus?

I can indeed my dear anon but you will have to forgive me because this fic went WAY out of my control. The majority of this fic is some well deserved Regulus/Sirius brotherly love and bonding, and the Jegulus bit doesn’t come in till the last tiny part. I hope ya’ll don’t mind I got really into it oof. I almost wanted to make it LONGER but this is supposed to be a mini fic. No idea how long it ended up being and frankly I do not intend on finding out any time soon, yeet. Enjoy!

204. “Is there any reason you’re wearing my shirt?”

Mr. and Mrs. Potter were on holiday for the next three weeks, that’s what Sirius had said the night before, but even if they’d been there they would have welcome Regulus inside with open arms.

“Mum probably would have scooped you up and started crying, actually,” Sirius had said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and Regulus stayed silent in the chair he’d taken, deciding not to comment on the way he called Euphemia “mum”.

It was a long time coming, Regulus told himself, keeping his eyes closed as he remembered the events of the previous day and night. It had been one of those rarely seen blistering hot days where the clouds were missing and Regulus was trying to survive summer alone at Grimmauld Place with Kreacher his only companion. His mother and father were busy with their own things as Regulus wandered from room to room, stopping to stare at photographs and ancient paintings, always finding himself standing in front of Sirius’ old bedroom door. A hand lifted as he traced where his full name was set against the wood in elegant lettering, dropping it to tap his fingertips against the doorknob but turning away after some thought.

That happened a few times, stopping at his brother’s old room and contemplating if he should go in or not. Eventually he did, but he didn’t realize it would lead to so much happening all at once. He wanted to step inside the bedroom, flick on the light and stare at the still messy sheets on the four poster bed canopy bed and the Muggle posters pinned on the walls. There was still clothes on the floor, dropped there with books still open, even his desk was still a cluttered mess. Regulus wandered over to it, automatically trying to tidy things up, straightening papers and quills and righting ink wells that had spilled and dried over the wood.

There was an old photograph tucked in the corner of the desk that Regulus narrowed in on, reaching out to trace the edges as he watched a much younger version of Sirius hugging a younger version of Regulus. Back before Hogwarts, back before Gryffindor, back when they were still brothers. Regulus would never admit it, but he missed Sirius. He was nineteen now, if memory served him. Regulus was seventeen and had just graduated from Hogwarts, suddenly feeling the crushing weight of loneliness and wondering what he was supposed to do next.

Death Eaters were coming and going from his house like party guests, there were at least three there every day, and every time they saw Regulus they would smile with menacing intent. Regulus hated it. He didn’t know who half these people were, but they looked at him like he was fresh meat. Especially the Lestrange brothers. Especially Rabastan. It made Regulus physically sick when the older wizard would wrap a slow arm around him, leaning close and grinning.

“You’re growing up so fast, Reggie! About time you join the ranks soon!”

What was he supposed to do about it? Say no? Regulus knew it was coming, knew they were planning to talk him into joining the Death Eaters. He was already a “supporter” like his parents, but he’d yet to go on missions, he’d never spoken to Voldemort or even seen him in person, and his forearm was thus far clean of any mark. The longer he was there, exposed to Death Eaters and pureblood maniacs, the more he started to realize he didn’t want to be part of it. Yet what was he supposed to do? Run away like Sirius? Where was he supposed to go? He had no friends, no one who would take him in. The Potter’s would never. James would never. Sirius certainly wouldn’t.

James. Regulus had to lift his head and stare out the window in front of him, out into the backyard, as his mind inevitably wandered to that infuriating bastard who stole his brother. He’d always had some interest in the Gryffindor, ever since the first time (the only time) Sirius wrote to him from Hogwarts. “His name is James Potter and he’s my best friend!” Who is he?

Regulus’ curiosity and intrigue grew when he was in school and met James, saw him for the first time, and even more when he started playing a Seeker in Quidditch. Every time they were in the air playing Gryffindor their eyes would meet across the Pitch, James would grin that cocky little smile of his, and Regulus would feel a million different things jolt through him that pushed him into wanting nothing more than to do better than James, to win the game just so he could hold the Snitch and give James Potter a smirk of his own.

It seemed after all these years, even though he hadn’t seen James since their graduation, the intrigue was still there. What made James Potter so special? Why did Sirius love him and cherish him so much? Because he was funny? Because he fed Sirius’ need to rebel? Maybe because he could protect Sirius? That’s what he was doing after all, that’s what he’d done the summer Sirius ran away and went to the Potter’s. James had been protecting him ever since. Regulus hated him for it, hated them both.

I want to be protected too.

“Regulus!” his mother’s voice came up the stairs and Regulus shut his eyes before turning towards the door, stepping out into the hall and down the stairs to meet her.

He didn’t remember most of the conversation, perhaps he hit his head too hard, but when Walburga set a hand on his shoulder, manicured nails digging in, saying, “I think it’s time we call the Dark Lord to initiate you as an official Death Eater,” his vision went white in shock.

Everything after that happened in a blur, the conversation of “six month trial to see if you’re worthy to take the mark” and “we’re so proud” before he felt his lips trembling apart with a cracking, “I won’t do it.”

Then yelling, confusion, screaming, a wand at his throat, Walburga cried and Orion grabbed him by his arm and shook him so hard he jarred Regulus’ shoulder. Then the first hit. Regulus didn’t know what he’d said to entice the attack really, but he did remember thinking about Sirius, so he probably brought him up. Regulus didn’t know what damage had been done to him, just remembered curling his hands around his wand, the taste of iron on his tongue as Walburga shrieked.

“You have nowhere to go! Regulus, reconsider! You’d make us so proud, this is the right path!”

Regulus had felt so betrayed with those words, so done, spitting blood and snapping, “I make my own path.”

His mother sobbed. “You sound like-! You sound just like-”

“Sirius,” Regulus breathed the name, lifting his wand. “I know.”

Then a crack and his vision blurred as he disapparated from 12 Grimmauld Place. When he landed he was disoriented, legs giving way and sending him crashing onto the earth as he panted hard, eyes wide and staring off to the side, his cheek against the dusty ground. His arm was burning, his body shaking as pain tingled at the end of every nerve. The Cruciatus curse spat at him by his mother, the fists and flat hands that had beaten bruises into his face and chest by his father, exhausted but in too much pain to sleep.

What had he done? He’d defied his parents, rejected the Death Eaters, rejected Voldemort, rejected the mark. Why? In a spur of the moment feeling of adrenaline and anger? He was an idiot, and now he had no idea where he was or where he was supposed to go, bleeding out on the ground and breathing in dust.

He tried to figure out where he was as he struggled to his knees, wand still in hand and staring dizzily around the area. After a moment he looked down to check his injuries, noting that his left sleeve was soaked through with crimson. His right hand trembled as he reached over to check what had happened, his stomach rolling when the sleeve came away sticky. It hurt too much to pull it down over his arm, so he just peeked down the sleeve to see a chunk of flesh had been taken out of his forearm. Splinched mid-apparation. He coiled forward, clutching his stomach and vomiting as his entire body shook and tears forced their way down his face.

He couldn’t stay there on the ground, someone could find him, so he wiped his right arm over his mouth and staggered to his feet as he cradled his left arm against his stomach and stumbled to the sidewalk just paces away. He seemed to be in a cozy little community of cottages and houses, squares of light shining from windows and the sky pitch black above. If it was already night, he’d probably argued with his parents for a long time.

There was a house across the little street that Regulus squinted at, finding himself drawn closer to read the nameplate in the dark and lighting his wand with a hitching breath. Potter. This was Potter’s place. Sirius was there.

Regulus only doubted that he would be allowed in for a moment, the pain blinding any sort of fear of rejection as he fumbled to open the gate and staggered through, letting it shut as he dragged himself up the walkway and to the front door, vision blurring a bit before he managed to make out the wildly pretentious lion knocker staring him in the face. He used it, banging it a few times before stepping back and nearly falling off the front step, clinging to his left arm and staring at the gold and red Welcome mat at his feet.

For half a moment he was worried no one was home, that he would end up blacking out there on the front porch leaning against the door, but after a moment he heard the distant sound of muffled steps, then the lock disengaging. Regulus silently reprimanded whoever it was for opening the door without checking first to make sure it was safe, they were in a war after all, but he lost the nerve to speak when he lifted his head and his eyes met mirrors of his own.

Sirius looked good, healthy, older than he did last time Regulus had seen him, staring at Regulus with wide, shocked eyes, like he wasn’t so sure what he was staring at. Regulus thought he’d never say anything, he’d frozen in place and would be a statue forever, but finally he opened his mouth.

“What the fuck?”

“Sirius,” Regulus’ voice was rough, for a moment he wondered if he’d been screaming. “I… do you by any chance have bandages in there? Or a healing tonic? Possibly some Dittany?” Sirius just gaped at him, and Regulus squinted when his vision blurred again. “Preferably now before I pass out, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Sirius let go of the door and reached out to steady Regulus, and though he wasn’t exactly gentle, his hands didn’t hurt or bother any of the injuries as he brought Regulus into the house, helping him stumble over the door jamb before shutting and locking the door behind them. He put an arm around Regulus, which was unexpectedly comforting and intimate, leading him down the eerily silent hall and through a door that lead to a washroom.

Sirius kept the bathroom door open as he lead Regulus to sit on the closed toilet, then pulled his wand and cast a silencing spell around them, sticking it behind his ear once he was done and reaching for the cupboard under the sink. He seemed to be moving on autopilot as he started pulling out vials and packages of bandages and gauze rolls.

“Take your shirt off. Where are you bleeding?”

“Where’s Potter?”

“Sleeping. Take your shirt off.”

Regulus had to move slowly as he started undoing the front buttons down his white shirt. Now that he was inside under lighting he could see how much blood was on him, his entire left sleeve was scarlet, and he hissed through his teeth as he shrugged the silky fabric from his shoulders, pulling his right arm free before starting to slowly peel it down his left. Uncontrolled tears spouted from his squinted eyes, his hands shaking as he managed to get the fabric halfway off his arm before his vision blurred again, the edges going black so he had to swing his right arm to the side and cling to the side of the sink to keep from slipping off the seat, panting and dizzy.

“Let me.” Sirius dropped what he was holding and stood in front of Regulus, crouching and taking his left hand, giving a firm squeeze, maybe to keep his arm in place, before pulling his wand from behind his ear and muttering a quick spell that unglued the sleeve from the gaping wound that spilled fresh blood when the covering was gone. “Bloody hell, Reg,” Sirius grit out roughly, squeezing his hand tighter and reaching for one of the vials he’d put on the sink. “What did this?”

“I… splinched, I splinched myself apparating.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be better than that?” Sirius asked, unscrewing the top of the vial and drawing out a long glass dripper.

Regulus winced from the pain as he started dripping Dittany directly onto his arm, his stomach roiling again when the missing chunk of flesh started to rapidly regenerate. Regulus turned away, clinging to the sink counter again and hiding his face in the crook of his right elbow, begging himself not to throw up.

“I didn’t think you’d help me…”

“So why’d you come here?” Sirius asked sharply, he seemed completely unaffected by his brother showing up beaten bloody.

Regulus swallowed, tasting bile. “I had nowhere else to go.”

“I highly doubt that,” Sirius scoffed. “I’m certain our precious parents would have seen to your every whim had you come home like this.”

Regulus took a breath. “Where do you think I’ve just come from?”

Sirius paused, as if not expecting the question, giving Regulus’ hand another firm squeeze that he held as he spoke softly. “They chased you out?”

Regulus shook his head. “I left.”

“You left? You actually left?” Regulus bobbed his head in a weak nod. “Why?”

Regulus pressed his lips together. How much could he even tell Sirius? They weren’t close, not like they used to be. Hell, had they ever been close? He felt out of place there, everything made no sense, he was scared. He’d run away from a choice his parents were making for him, one he didn’t want. He ran like a coward instead of facing what he was so afraid of, but he was still afraid.

“They wanted me to join the Death Eaters,” Regulus finally managed to speak, forcing the emotion out of his voice despite how his entire body was still shaking. He blamed it on the extensive blood loss.

“So you ran away?” Sirius sounded skeptical, and Regulus felt suddenly infuriated.

After everything he’d been through in just a few hours, on top of all that his brother was going to sit there and patronize him, not take him for his word, when he could be hunted down by their lunatic cousin with a hard on for Voldemort and slaughtered where he stood simply because he rejected the Dark Mark?

“Yes, I ran away,” Regulus snarled, turning his head to seeth at Sirius. “Cowardly Slytherin Regulus Black ran away, let’s laugh at how fucking pathetic he is!”

“Easy, I’ve finally gotten the bleeding down, don’t break the skin again!” Sirius snapped, moving his hand from his brother’s fingers to instead grab his wrist, pinning it straight so he could get a few more drops of Dittany on Regulus’ arm. “It’s going to be tender and fragile for a while, you hit it too hard you’ll start bleeding again!”

When it seemed like Regulus wouldn’t be jerking away, Sirius released his wrist to return the Dittany onto the sink counter, then wet a rag under the sink faucet to clean the rest of the blood off Regulus’ arm.

“I didn’t want to,” Regulus said in frustration, without prompting. “I didn’t want to join them. I don’t want to torture or kill or rule over Muggles, I want to be left alone!”

“Regulus,” Sirius draped the cold rag over Regulus’ arm, squeezing it and meeting his little brother’s eye. “You did fine.”

Regulus felt speechless for a moment, confused. “Fine?” His head was pounding, and there was a painful tightness behind his eyes and in his nose.

“Yes, fine.” Sirius turned his head back down and continued to clean off the blood. “Tell me what happened, without screaming. I put up a charm but you might still wake James up.”

Regulus was far too tired to argue about James, shoulders sagging as Sirius moved his attention to washing the blood off his face, one hand holding his chin to wipe the rag over his chin and lips, gentle against the already scabbing cut in his lip.

“Mum and dad called me downstairs and said it was high time I join Bellatrix beside the Dark Lord. Something about her pulling strings to get me closer to his inner circle and get the Dark Mark.”

“And you said no?”

“Yeah…”

“Then what happened?”

Regulus stared past Sirius blankly. “I don’t remember,” he admitted. “I remember bits and pieces, but I think I hit my head, or I blocked it out because I just… had to, to protect myself.”

“Mum crucioed you,” Sirius said, checking the red marks left over on Regulus’ chest and down his ribs.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised.”

“It made sense when she went after me, but you?”

“It was a natural reaction to her son saying no to her will.”

Sirius looked furious at that, grabbing Regulus by the arm again. “Regulus, look at me. That woman is our mother, and a mother does not hurt her children, she does not torture her children like she did to you, to both of us. A mother protects her child.”

Regulus felt immediately uncomfortable, and he wasn’t sure why. “She did protect us-”

“She was happy to ship you off to Voldemort like a present with a red bow, all those two wanted was for you to be perfect so they could get on that monster’s good side,” Sirius interrupted, reaching out to a particularly nasty bruise on Regulus’ side, hovering a hand over it to heal it. “If those two beat you for saying no, that is a problem, and you need to understand that. This is messed, Regulus. This isn’t right. They did this to you.” He leaned back on his heels, looking up at Regulus. “But I’m proud of you. You said no, and even if you said no for your own self interest, you still said no. I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Because I’m a coward.”

“Because you’re young, you were raised in a prejudice house and didn’t have anyone there to guide you towards the light where you belong.”

“And whose fault is that, really?” Regulus asked, wanting to smack Sirius. “You know there’s only one person who could have influenced me more than our parents. I wonder where they were when it actually mattered?”

Sirius looked angry for all of four seconds before exhaustion and shame took over, reaching forward and leaning up just enough to wrap his arms around Regulus’ shoulders, one hand against the back of his head, completely unexpected. “I’m right here, you little bastard. I’m here when it matters.”

“Only after I’ve spilt blood for my cowardice,” Regulus said after the shock of embrace had worn down.

Sirius just squeezed Regulus tighter, then shook his head as he stood up. “Take a quick shower. I’ll go get you some clothes to sleep in.”

Regulus felt startled. “I’m staying?” He asked, watching Sirius move towards the door before stopping and looking over his shoulder.

“Got nowhere else, right? If you can depend on me for anything, it’s this.”

“This isn’t even your house.”

“Mum and dad are on holiday for the next three weeks, and James won’t mind. Just try and relax, you’re safe here.” He grabbed the doorknob on his way out and slowly closed it, sticking his head in through the crack and waving his hand. “Go, take a shower and get the rest of the blood off. I’ll grab you clothes to sleep in and bandage you up.”

“Fine,” Regulus agreed, his voice shaky, waiting for the door to shut fully before looking down at his arm where the splinched chunk of flesh had been healed for the most part. The bit of skin there was now scarred and noticeably paler than the rest of his skin.

He tried not to think anymore, getting to his feet and shucking off the rest of his clothes before stepping straight into the shower and turning the water on to the hottest it could go. He was rough as he washed his hair, scrubbing soap over his body to get the flaking blood off, flinching every time he hit a bruise or an open cut or scratch. Maybe he cried a bit under the water, maybe he didn’t, and when he stepped out of the shower to dry off, there was already a pile of folded clothes waiting for him.

He found Sirius waiting for him in the living room that was a little too homely. It was notably lived in, books still open on seats, old cups filled with cold tea that hadn’t been taken to the kitchen yet, and clothes draped over couches. Sirius was on the couch with vials of medicine, tins of ointment, and packs of bandages on the coffee table in front of him.

“Take a seat.” Sirius waved beside him, tearing open bandages. “I’ll wrap your arm up and such, then you should eat and drink something and lie down.”

It was long and silent as Sirius spread ointment over the tender scar on Regulus’ arm, then wrapped it carefully before bandaging the rest of Regulus’ cuts, scratches, and deep bruising before bringing him a mug of tea and a hastily made sandwich.

“I brought down a pillow and blanket, unless you want to sleep in my room with me?”

“What for?”

“I just figure after a night of getting your arse kicked,” Sirius quirked an eyebrow instead of finishing, but Regulus just glared at him, turning and grabbing the blanket before yanking it up. Sirius just sighed and set everything down, turning. “Suit yourself, but don’t blame me if James traipses down here and wakes you up at six in the morning.”

“Bitch!” Regulus yelled, throwing the blanket back and standing up. “You’re sleeping on the bloody floor!”

“S’my bed, Reggie, you can have the floor. Bring the tea at least.”

Regulus cursed as he grabbed the blanket, pillow, and tea, stumbling after Sirius and trying to keep his mouth shut as he followed his brother up the stairs and into a bedroom just at the top of the steps. Sirius cast another quick silencing spell, but kept his voice low regardless.

“James’ in the room down the hall to the left, the loo is on the right, don’t get those messed up or it’ll be strange for both of you.”

Regulus just glared at him, walking over to the right side of the bed, not stopping even when Sirius gave a noise of protest.

“I normally sleep on that side.”

Regulus threw his pillow down and set the still untouched tea on the bedside table. “I’ve just been beaten into the dirt by my own parents, you’re really going to whine over what side of the bed I take?”

Sirius grumbled in irritation but said nothing more, shuffling to the left side of the bed and flopping onto his back, leaving the covers off while Regulus dragged the sheets and duvet up over his head. For a while they were both quiet, until Sirius sighed and rolled his head to the side.

“Reg, look… I’m sorry for leaving you there. You know that, right? I’m not trying to make an excuse to make you forgive me or anything, I just need you to understand that when I left you I… I didn’t like it, okay? I don’t hate you, you’re my brother, and if there’s anything in my life I regret it’s the way I just abandoned you, and I am sorry.” There was no response, so Sirius huffed. “You’re already asleep, aren’t you? Sod you, then, sod my apology.”

He rolled onto his side, turning his back to Regulus and punching his pillow into place before flopping into it. Regulus, despite what Sirius thought, was actually awake, peeking out from under the duvet to stare at the wall and urge himself not to cry. It took longer than he wanted, but the anxiety finally faded and the exhaustion had him gratefully passing out curled up under the covers and feeling almost safe.

Sirius was still fast asleep snoring into his pillow the next morning, but Regulus barely spared him a glance as he struggled to sit up. Though it was the morning after getting smacked sideways, it was like he’d just been beaten. His entire body hurt, he felt as if he’d been struck by the Hogwarts Express, and standing up almost had him falling onto his face, but he managed to limp his way to the door, fumbling into the hall and dragging himself towards the loo, freezing when he lifted his head at the same time as James, who was wandering towards him from the other end of the hall, hair sticking up from his pillow and glasses lopsided, eyes bleary with sleep and yawning as he rubbed his shoulder.

Regulus found himself completely stuck to the spot, staring at James, who was shirtless with dark red pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips. Regulus’ cheeks burned as James met his eye, pausing and squinting, not so much angry as confused, like he didn’t recognize Regulus at first. After a moment, though, his eyes seemed more awake, sweeping over the younger wizard curiously.

“Is there any reason you’re wearing my shirt?” He asked, and Regulus gaped at him before lifting a hand to grab the front of the shirt he was wearing, looking down at it and feeling absolutely petrified when he realized it was an old Quidditch jersey with the name Potter printed on it.

“I… Sirius…”

“Gave you my shirt instead of his? Ah, maybe grabbed it from the clean laundry. That’s what I get for not putting my clothes away.” He was acting a little more casual and friendly than Regulus expected, and he nodded at Regulus. “What happened to you, anyway? How do you know where I live? What’s with the excessive bandaging? Get in a fight?”

Regulus still felt speechless and confused, trying to figure out how much he could say despite his anxiety twisting in his stomach. In the end he managed to speak, because this was James’ house after all, and if Regulus was going to be hiding there, at least until he knew what to do next, then he deserved to know what was going on. Regulus was nothing if not polite and respectful when he needed to be.

“I… last night… got kicked out.”

James looked dumbstruck, eyes as wide as saucers. “Are you serious?”

“No I’m Regulus.”

It was an immediate response that Regulus didn’t think would have any effect until James threw his head back laughing loudly. He strode forward once he’d gotten a hold of himself, reaching out to squeeze Regulus’ shoulder, gently and barely touching Regulus as if he was afraid to hurt him.

“Oh yeah, you’re fun. You can keep the shirt by the way, looks good on you.”

He passed Regulus once he was done, and Regulus continued on to the loo as James knocked roughly on Sirius’ door behind him.

“Alright, Pads, wake up, let’s make breakfast! We’ve got three to feed and I’m not eating that Muggle oat pudding crap Remus sent us again!”

Regulus shut the door once he was in the loo, pressing both hands flat against it before backing away, looking down at the shirt again and curling his fingers into the front of it, just under the name. It was odd, but somehow through his pounding headache Regulus got the idea that Sirius absolutely gave him this shirt on purpose.

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virgilantejustice · 5 years

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Entrapment

Well, i wrote this a while ago, so im not entirely sure if it works as well as it did with the actual context at the moment, but what the hey! (Does that make sense?)

Also, i hate to say, but my last fic got 3 notes. And one of those was from me reblogging it so it could get more. It didn’t. So, please, if you see this, please reblog it. Its getting harder and harder to post fics because i feel like no one cares….

Anyways!

Master post link

Word count: Approx 1100

Trigger warnings: Imprisonment, crying, i hesitate to say sympathetic Deceit but i feel i should, dark Patton(?), tell me if i missed any

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Deceit opened his eyes, squinting in the bright, assaulting sunlight that met them.

That wasn’t right. Why was his room so bright? Why was his bed so hard. Why was it so cold.

It wasn’t his fucking room.

Standing up, Deceit looked around him. He was standing in a small cage, simple metal bars, barely rising above his head and narrow enough to reach the sides with outstretched arms.

Not good.

Blinking away his sleep, Deceit saw a figure on the other side of the bars. He moved towards them.

Patton?

“Patton, whats going on?” he breathed, slightly breathless with mounting panic. This was all just a prank, wasn’t it? Just a poorly thought out prank?

Somehow the look on Patton’s face didn’t seem like that. His face was almost unreadable, except for the traces of anger around the tight lips, tints of sadness in the wide eyes, holding himself far straighter than usual, as if trying to convince himself to be confident.

“I can’t let you hurt Thomas,” he whispered, his eyes closed.

“Hurt him?”

“Yes!” His face wasnt unreadable anymore. Pure disgust stung Deceit’s eyes as it appeared too suddenly to register. “You just hurt him! You’re a liar! And i wont let you!”

“So this is your solution!?” Deceit cried. He knew Patton hated him, but this? “Locking me away? What if the time comes when you need me!”

“Simple,” Patton purred, his voice suddenly venomous, “that time wont come. We don’t need lies. They’re wrong. You’re wrong!”

Deceit shrunk backwards, panic beginning to fill his mind. “How did you even do this?!” Deceit cried, clinging to the bars until the cold metal dug into his hands. “This is Roman’s realm!”

Patton blinked a few times, his lips twitching and his fingers trembling. “Who’s saying Roman isn’t doing this?” he mumbled at the ground.

“He wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t he?”

Deceit faltered. No, Roman would do this, would he? Roman liked him, he was nice to Roman. But only Roman could control imagination enough to do something like this.

Patton was staring at him, a strange ferocity in his eyes. Deceit could see how his chest was rising and falling rapidly and reached out to him through the bars.

“Please,” he whispered, desperate enough to resort to begging. “You don’t want to do this.”

Patton continued to stand completely still, staring at the ground. Then he blinked slowly and looked up, hatred burning in his eyes so hot that Deceit flinched back. Sweet Patton, innocent Patton, with such seething loathing, it made tears spring to his eyes.

“You’re so full of lies, Deceit,” Patton hissed, coming closer. “We don’t need you.” Deceit fell to his knees. “Thomas doesn’t need you.” One tear slipped down his scaled cheek. “We don’t need your lies!” He crumpled to the floor.

“No,” he murmured, more to himself than Patton. “You do need me, i’m good, i do good.”

He did, didn’t he? He tried! Its not his fault that they decided that they hated him before they even met him!

“I’m sorry, Deceit,” Patton hissed out his name like a curse. “But you’re staying here.”

Patton began to walk away, the usual spring missing from his step. Deceit leapt up and banged his fists against the bars.

“You cant do this! They’ll come! You need me!”

Patton simply put his hands to his ears and kept on walking away.

Deceit sunk to the floor of the cage, tears flowing freely down his face. Shaking sobs racking his body. Once he saw that Patton was safely out of imagination and back in the mindscape, he let out a scream that shook the ground.

They still saw him as the bad guy?! After all that?! The snake come to lure them into sinning! It wasn’t true! It wasn’t! It couldn’t be!

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“Patton! What in the wide world were you thinking!”

Logan’s voice met Deceit’s ears as if it were miles away, but when he opened his eyes, his shiny black shoes were right there on the other side of the bars.

He must have passed out, he thought, as he picked himself off the bare floor.

“I told you, i didn’t do it, i don’t know how it happened!” Patton said quietly. Deceit let out a hiss.

“You’re lying!” he growled. Patton looked at him, traces of hate lingering in his eyes, but overcome with fear.

Roman spun around and grabbed Patton by the shoulders, shaking him. “What happened to ‘lying is wrong’, Patton!?” he cried, his voice cracking.

“With exceptions!” Patton replied in a shaking, petulant voice.

“Just stop it!” Logan cried, fiddling with the lock.

“Stop what?” came a small voice from behind them, they all froze. Virgil was standing there, his eyes glistening. Logan jumped back. Recognition of what was happening struck virgil so hard he stumbled.

“Who?” he growled, his hands balled into fists.

Roman stepped aside to reveal Patton, who had his hands drawn in to his chest.

“You?” Virgil breathed, closing his eyes. “Why?”

“He was hurting you,” Patton whimpered. Deceit hissed again.

Virgil looked at Logan, who was still working on picking the lock, nodded, then turned around and walked quickly back to the mindscape.

Patton reached out a hand to him, as if to pull him back, but he had already disappeared inside the door. He spared one last teary look at Roman, then bolted after him.

Deceit let out a sobbing breath as the door swung open, and he fell forwards into Roman’s arms. Roman gently held him for a moment, before leading him slowly back to the door to the mindscape.

“How did he do it?” Deceit said, looking up at him. “Only you have enough power over imagination to build something like that.”

Roman sighed. “I gave him some control a few days ago,” he said. The pain in his voice made Deceit’s heart twinge. “He said he wanted to make something, i pictured a garden or something, I never dreamed…. i never…. I’m sorry.”

“I dont think any of us could have for seen this,” Logan said, his brow creased.

“Really?” Deceit asked, his voice dark. They stared at him. “He hates me.”

“But, Patton-”

“Thinks that everything is wither right or wrong. he has placed me in the ‘wrong’. He hates me.”

They had arrived back at the entrance to the hallway, and Deceit leant against the doorframe, scrabbling together some of his usual suave demeanour despite the fact he was in his pyjamas and had practically just been carried back, but the other two backed away all the same.

“And it’s not just him!” And with that, he sunk out to his room, crumbled, and sobbed.

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sneverus · 5 years

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Monster

Severus Snape / Albus Dumbledore

Werewolf AU: Snape was bitten by Lupin. Many years later, Dumbledore still feels guilty.

Warnings: non-con or dubious con

You can also read this fic on AO3 under the same name, my username is BeyondStarlight.

Severus is tied up. Hands. Feet. Face down. He is screaming, sometimes nearly growling. Nails digging into the wooden bedframe. His scratch marks aren’t quite human, aren’t quite animal.

Tense. The muscles of his back are rock hard. Scars weaving into one another. Albus wishes he could run his hands over them. Softly. Gently. It will only make things worse. Later, he reminds himself. Later he can be gentle. When the damage has been done.

For now, his fingers are tightly interlocked with Severus’ hair. Holding his head back. He wants to shush him. It will only make things worse. Later. Later. He thinks he ought to hate himself. For agreeing to this. For being aroused by this. It helps, of course. For now, the desire is good. Carnal as it may be. That heavy, hot feeling. That restlessness. That too tight too good feeling of sliding into him. Fucking him, roughly, until the young man can’t help but arch his back and his moans become long and drawn out. Until the energy is burnt up. Until the anger turns to lust, greed, need. Severus’ cock drips with precum. His hips jerk forward desperately. He moans, screams, curses, begs – then shudders violently through his release.

Every move he makes echoes through Albus. He trembles through his orgasm and Albus pulls him closer. Burning skin against burning skin. Until he himself can’t hold back anymore, and comes without making a sound.

There is plenty of time to feel disgusted with himself. Later.

Severus sinks into the mattress. The energy is drained out of him. The anger is, temporarily, replaced with numbness. No more lust for blood. No more trying to tear through his own skin. No more intrusive thoughts. Of sinking his teeth into someone’s throat. Of gurgling on their blood. Of fucking them as they bleed to death. He curls up. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do the things that flash before his eyes. He craves them. His hands itch for blood. But he wouldn’t. He repeats it to himself. He wouldn’t. He hates these thoughts. He hates himself. He wouldn’t.

Warmth. Severus shivers. He is cold. Albus’ body next to him. He clings onto it. His body feel so heavy, so limp, yet it moves, curls itself around Albus. His face is buried in the crook of Albus’ neck. The thought of sinking his teeth into his throat passes through his mind. It does not linger.

He does not remember waking up. He is not aware that he is not himself. His body is white hot with pain. His limbs are too long. His tongue hanging out of his mouth, in between his knife-like teeth. His nails tear through everything they meet. The taste of blood hangs heavily in the air. He follows it, instinctively. Where the treetops part, the moonlight burns on his skin.

“Hold still.”

Minerva halts. Her raised fist pauses in the air, moments away from knocking Severus’ door. Even from behind the door, Albus sounds unlike himself. Exhausted. Angry. The vial of wolfsbane weighs heavy in Minerva’s hand. Like lead. It’s stench immediately catches up with her. Sharp. Warm. Nauseating.

She listens. She knows she shouldn’t, but then again Albus could just keep her informed of matters, rather than leaving her in the dark. Severus hisses. There is a rustle of clothing. A thud. A glass hits the floor but doesn’t shatter. A long pause.

“I said,” Albus says slowly, “Hold. Still.”

“Let go! Let go or I’ll rip your fucking throat out! You think I won’t? You think I- You think I- You smug bastard! I hate you!”

Ah. Severus is drunk.

“I’ll kill you!”

Again.

“Let go you fucking- ah- you monster- no- nnh-”

Minerva instinctively almost takes a step forward. Then forces herself to take a step back. Moans. Muted behind the door. Moans of pain or pleasure – it’s hard to tell. She wonders sometimes whether Severus can tell the two apart. She looks away, into the empty corridor, and then delicately puts the vial on the floor. She pretends, perhaps more for her own sake than for anyone else’s, that she doesn’t hear anything. That she doesn’t hear the breaths sucked in through Severus’ teeth, the shaky gasps for air, the slap of skin on skin. Albus ought to know better. He ought to be ashamed.

“Ah- Albus, please- please-”

Perhaps she is the one who ought to be ashamed, for turning her back and letting this happen.

Albus has barely stepped out of the bathroom when he searches for Severus’ silhouette in the bed. Nowadays, he half expects Severus to flee at every chance he gets. Sometimes, he can’t blame him. He runs his hand through his damp hair and straightens his robes. It is four in the morning. In three hours, he meets with the Order. For a few long moments he just stands there, half-asleep, watching Severus.

Severus – who is finally still. He rarely is. If he is not asleep, he paces. Fights. Works. Drinks. He is caught up in the thrum of the beast within him. Seeing him like this – his frail figure, sallow skin marred with scars that look pale white against his dark skin – it doesn’t surprise Albus. He seems too feeble to contain such a monster within himself. Even in his sleep, though he is still, he isn’t peaceful. Sweat pearls together on his forehead, and his breaths are quick and shallow.

Albus watches him and catches his every movement. Out of habit, perhaps. The rise and fall of his chest. How his eyes move back and forth beneath his eyelids. The delicate movement of his throat when he swallows.

Dark streaks of blood taint the sheets. He sits down beside him with a towel, a bowl of water, and an array of potions. Slowly, he cleans the dried blood from between Severus’ fingers and from underneath his nails, and then he carefully coats his wounds with salve. Years ago, Severus used to flinch awake at this. Snarling through his tears. Now he doesn’t even stir. Albus can feel the flesh and skin mending itself. It’s an unpleasant sensation. Beneath his fingertips, Severus’ body is ripping itself apart and re-attaching itself, but he has been broken and mended too many times to feel it still.

A deep gash runs down Severus’ shoulder, ending on his chest. The wound is trying to heal itself around the silver barb embedded into his flesh. Every now and then Severus will come home with one of these. Albus holds the protruding silver firmly between his thumb and index finger. Then sharply yanks it out.

He is too exhausted to react. He lets it happen. He has no energy left to fight it anymore. Almost as though it happens in slow motion, Severus jerk awake. Eyes wide and feral. Albus feels the floor beneath him before he realises they are falling. Severus is on him. His whole body is tense and shaking. His teeth, blunt and human, press into Albus’ throat.

One day Severus will not pull back. One day he will, perhaps instinctively, perhaps not, surrender to the urge to bite down. That desperate need for blood. For revenge. For release.

But today Severus slinks back. He collapses on the floor and lets out a broken cry.

“I hate you”, he mouths between gasps. His hands running blindly over the wound in his shoulders. Blood running over his clean hands once more. “I hate you.”

Severus starts awake. Hazy visions fill his head. Memories or nightmares. He remembers the forest and the moon – if he does not spend the night with them, they come to him in his dreams. His limbs feel heavy.

Albus. He looks around. Where is Albus? He stumbles out of the bed. His head is light. He sinks to his knees. Crawls out of the bedroom. His body aches. Where is Albus? He gets back on his feet. Wanders from room to room, barely registering anything. His foot catches behind some sheets and he trips. A loud bang. Darkness.

Cold. Why is he on the floor? Where is Albus? He gets back on his feet. His head throbs. It’s too hot. Suffocating. He pulls at the bandages on his chest and shoulder. Too hot. Breathe. Where is Albus? He wipes the sweat from his forehead. His hands grasp at the door handle of his quarters, but it won’t open. He scratches at the door. Blunt nails. There is blood on his hands. He steps back, nearly falls again. Blood on his chest. Thick, dark droplets dripping down from his shoulder. His head throbs. Where is Albus? He screams. A primal sound. Kicks the door. His toe hurts. Kicks it again. Screams again. He can’t tell when the hoarse sound coming out of his mouth turned into a sob. His head is spinning. Where is Albus?

The door opens and closes rapidly. Not Albus. Minerva. A deep growl rises from Severus’ chest. She eyes him tiredly.

She ought to have reprimanded Albus. Ought to have had words with him. How dare he. When Severus is at his weakest. Use him. Harm him. How dare he. She wipes the sweat off of Severus’ forehead. His eyelids flutter. The effects of the moon are fading, slowly. The wounds are still unhealed. Severus is feverish. She carefully runs her fingertip alongside the swollen flesh around the wound.

Her eyes drift lower. Fingertip-shaped bruises are littered across Severus’ hips. She has to put a halt to this. Yet there is only one word, one name, on Severus’ pale lips. He keeps asking for him. Keeps glancing around the room furtively, as though he is afraid to fall asleep without him.

When Albus finally does enter the room, it is as though Severus can breathe again. His muscles, hard as stone, suddenly relax, and he seems to melt into the mattress. His eyes light up, and when Albus’ hand rests on his forehead they slowly close. She knows how they snap back open, red-rimmed and unseeing, the moment Albus leaves the room. She knows she will say nothing. And she knows that every full moon when Severus loses himself Albus will be there to bring him back. And she doesn’t know whom she should feel more sorry for.

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Prompt 1 and 2 Romani/Solomon x Gudako!!!

“It wasn’t your fault,” she told him.

He wasn’t sure what to think of that. He know for a fact that she wasn’t meaning that in a literal sense. She couldn’t have. He had done everything wrong. He’d been the cause of everything falling apart at the seams and Goetia.

God, but he couldn’t even begin to explain himself. He couldn’t take the chance to say anything in terms of emotions. Yet he found himself not disappearing this time. He found himself sitting on the ground, looking up at the red-head and being at a loss for words.

“Romani,” she stopped, holding her breath a moment before she shook her head. “No… Solomon, it wasn’t your fault. You damn moron… You stupid doctor…”

There were tears falling down from her eyes, landing on his clothing as he watched her tremble. A part of his mind screamed to reach up, to pull her back down into his arms. The urge didn’t make sense to him. That cold, silent part of him was merely holding him back, making him hesitate.

But the urge to reach for her was there.

He opened his mouth. He had to say something. Anything.

“You love me as if I deserve you.”

It sounded so heartless to his ears, like that of a rebuff. Gudako fell, her knees banging against the floor of the strange room as she shook her head.

“You deserve so much more than love,” Gudako told him. “I get it. Rom-Solomon, I get it. I know why you had to do what you did. I know you had no choice, but- but I need you here.” She was weeping harder. Her voice began to grow thick. “I need you here with me, Solomon. I miss my doctor. I miss my friend. I miss seeing you make bad jokes over the communications devices and I miss you keeping secrets and I miss you watching those stupid marathons of Magi*Mari on the telecoms. I miss you arguing in the kitchens and being kicked out of the rayshift area. I miss your poor poker-playing ass and I miss you.”

A girl nearby went to speak, but the arrogant king of heroes held her back.

“Leave ‘em, Hakuno.”

“He’s not going to disappear though. He’s going to be here and be a servant like Charlie,” Hakuno told him. “Altera showed me how to do this when Charlemagne was gone.”

“Hakuno, let them have their moment.”

The king nodded to him, pulling the brunette away as Solomon found the woman wrapping her arms around him.

“At least console the woman, Caster,” Archer demanded of him before pulling Hakuno away. The two disappeared and Solomon returned his gaze to the woman holding him tightly.

She’d wept like this before.

Now that he was thinking about it, she had wept like this when he had died before. She had tried to stop him, tried to get him back to her. She’d lost him and he’d been dead.

It didn’t make sense to be back, but-

His arms were wrapping around her slowly, taking a moment to close his eyes and feel her against himself. He could hear the sobs wracking her person. She was clinging to him, her hands digging into his person a little as she held him.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she told him again.

“It was.” Solomon- no. He was Romani. That was what he had declared his name to be. He had been the doctor of this place. He’d liked Gudako. An understatement, he thought after a moment; he’d loved her.

His arms held her tighter and he smiled into her hair, listening to her cry for him.

“Magi*Mari had great marathons,” he murmured to her.

“It was a dumb idol show.”

“It was a great idol show.”

The woman pulled back, wiping at her eyes and shaking her head. A smile broke across her features despite the tears still falling. Her gaze met his own.

“Romani?”

“Hi Gudako.”

She laughed a little, shaking her head. “You’re such a dumbass.” Her fist hit his shoulder. “Do you know how long I’ve been without a doctor? Without my dumb friend that makes horrible sandwiches in the dead of night with me?”

“I’m a servant now.”

“Mash is a servant too. Everyone else here is.” She smiled more. “I’ll train you. Just promise you’ll be there tonight for the next episode of Magi*Mari.”

“Do you watch it now?”

“Every damn stupid episode.”

Such an odd master for Chaldea. He pulled her close and kissed her. He found those arms wrapping around him tightly, pulling him in close and stealing the very air from his lungs. She murmured such sweet nothings as she pulled back.

He’d ask her how far behind he was in the show later, he decided, finding himself indulging in her for the time being.

“Welcome home, Romani.”

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Don't Let Go

They were broken and battered, but they had won.

'At what cost?' Lian asked herself.

Those who had been on brooms were sitting, some holding eachother. Her cousin among them. She held tight to her boyfriend sobbing into his neck. Adrinette had lost friends in the fight, classmates who had been so close and so dear to her.

Eyes moving forward she saw the sea of red hair, it was hard to miss. Each of them with tears in their eyes. She had met the son they cried over when they had all be younger. When they cried about scraped knees and laughed about things children laughed about.

As she passed she saw the professor who had only joined the school that year. A woman who held onto a man on the ground. He hadn't been a love in her life, but he had been a dear friend. One of the only ones left from their time.

"You can't leave me alone. It's not right you bastard." She sobbed into his chest as Lian approached. The younger woman hadn't know either the teacher, or Lupin well. In truth she had only met the man more than a handful of times. He had been so kind, a sad soul who didn't believe he deserved the good he had received in his life. The woman beside him however she knew, had known her since their forth year of school together.

Lian knew her so well, her hair had not been it's usual bright pink. Instead it was brown and as lifeless as the woman on the ground.

Tonks.

The former Ravenclaw kneeled beside the woman, smoothing back too long bangs from her face. She was so pale, unlike how Lian had ever seen her.

Her eyes stung and the woman was not sure how she still had tears left to shed, even as they stream from her eyes.

Tonks was not meant to be here, but of course she had been. Never one to let others face anything alone, that insanely selfless woman. The blonde teacher looked up at Lian and with red rimmed golden eyes reached out her hand before pulling the asian woman into a tight hug.

These two women who barely knew one another's name sat and held each other crying into one another's shoulder. They may not know each other well, but they knew enough, that they had both lost friends dear to them that night. And their friends had loved one another dearly.

The small comfort lasted until the school's mediwitch asked for help. The healers had their hands full. The two woman rushed to their aid, putting aside their own greif in the hopes of helping so that no others had to feel their pain.

They lost many. Some too broken to be fixed. Lian cried again into the woman's shoulder. The latest one had been a young witch, barely of age, mauled beyond what could be fixed.

It lasted for what felt like days, until she felt so exhausted she couldn't go another second. And then she rested for a few minutes and returned to the work needing the distraction.

There was no celebrations in the region. No sung praises of the boy, now a man, who had saved them. Instead there was peace and mourning. So many had been lost, so many children. Those who's futures had been cut so very short.

Funerals were attended, and Lian had not slept in days. She couldn't, not with nightmares plagued with the sight of friends falling and a screaming baby who wanted nothing but his parents. Instead he got his Godmother, and his equally if not more broken Godfather.

It turned into a blur. She stayed with Andromeda for a while, and then she left, taking the young child with her. Once he realized his mother was not coming he would only cling to her, searching for peace. The only way he slept was if he was cuddled in her arms. More tears were shed. This was not the way it was supposed to be.

Harry and her were supposed to dote on him. And spoil him so much that his parents worried he may become rotten. The baby was not supposed to cling to her like this. In fear of a clear unknown that a child so young should not feel.

Finally Harry took him. Promising to keep him safe. "You can't keep it up like this. I'll watch him for the night, you need rest, Zhang."

And it had been the most unrestful sleep she ever had. Nightmares filled her mind. She saw loved ones falling around her. Saw clumsy, yet impossibly joyful Tonks fall.

And every time she awoke she ran to the pram that Teddy never slept in. He only slept beside her or in her arms. And every time she had to remind herself that Teddy was fine, with his Godfather.

It lasted until halfway through the night when she made her way to Grimmuald. Harry was standing there trying to soothe a shrieking child.

Immedietly she took him and held the blue haired boy to her chest. He held her with chubby fists and whined. Lian cried as well, for so many reasons, but for the main reason that she knew she could never leave this child. Nothing mattered as much as he did now.

"It's alright Teddy, my little love, I won't let you go." She promised as she kissed his head. An apologetic look thrown to Harry as she cried. And her promise was true. In fact she could not let go. Not of Teddy, and not of the only true thing she had left of her best friend. Never would she let go of the one thing Tonks had truly given her.

"Never, I promise." She whispered as the baby in her arms quieted into a still slumber. Her heart broke into so many pieces, things would truly never be the same for any of them.

((I wrote this at 7 am, needing to get out some hard and sad feeling. If you read this, I hope you enjoy this. Lian is one of my original characters bases off my character fron Harry Potter: Hogwarts Myster.))

#harry potter #battle of hogwarts #deathly hallows #ravenclaw #hogwats mystery #mc #teddy lupin #nymphadora tonks #Remus lupin #edward lupin #andromeda tonks #lian-mei zhang #adrinette pearman #canon divergence #original characters #tw: death #tw: loss of friends #repost from: RuefulRavenclaw

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ruefulravenclaw · 5 years